He’s forgotten how
COVID numbers are dropping, still can only afford window shopping
Soviet invasion, high price of oil ever topping, Trump’s praise for Putin still ain’t stopping
Temperatures rise and mother earth feels the burn, US financial sector continues to churn
But her peoples’ melted dreams are getting lost, infrastructure's failing but none will foot the cost
Point your fingers at the left and pine for those days, money mongers rolling fat joints made of illegal
ways
To hide your profits in your pockets, give a wink to Uncle Sam, Papa Donnie’s got your back if you
perpetuate the scam
Meanwhile somewhere back in the backseat of an old Matador, there’s a few kids laughin, but there’s a
little dent in the door
Skyline Sloane breathes a sigh of relief cause every one’s okay, sometimes you slide off the path and
lose your way
Learn a lesson, get a grip and let’s get on our way, was so long ago but we drove on and got on with our
day
Fast forward forty years and wonder who’s driving now, there’s a way back on the road but I think he’s
forgotten how
Anger obfuscates the view too far to the right that you can’t see, I’ve always been a lefty, in the minority
Maybe that’s why I have always loved the little guy, we didn’t get no medals, but we always gave it a try
Cruised the malls stoned and laughing and snuck into drive ins, made Sunday mass and occasionally
confessed our sins
Kids will be kids if they don’t have too much interference, masked and locked in a building all day where
you need clearance
If twelve-year-old me saw kids do that for school, he’d laugh hard and think they looked the fool
Must be a communist country and they lock them in there, probably have gun toting guards to make
sure they don’t go anywhere
Meanwhile somewhere in the backseat of an old Matador, there’s a few kids laughin, but there’s a little
dent in the door
Skyline Sloane breathes a sigh of relief cause every one’s okay, sometimes you slide off the path and
lose your way
Learn a lesson, get a grip and let’s get on our way, was so long ago but we drove on and got on with our
day Fast forward forty years and wonder who’s driving now, there’s a way back on the road but I think he’s
forgotten how
Those kids that I knew back then were so eager to set out, stand up and be counted, show them you
know what it’s all about
No colors were going to be an issue, no religions a barrier, I remember we got our coats at K Mart, some
forget frugal days sipping tea at the furrier
Prefacing a thought, with ever-careful caution to their 401K, the willingness to lend a hand, a buck,
whatever it took is no longer the way
Vote with the dollar sign genie who makes dreams come true, a nose redder than Rudolph’s with sharp
hooves to stomp the blue
Pay no mind to the liberal lunatics talking about the sun, say we should quit burning gas, all they want to
do is ruin our fun
There was a day when those kids would have smelled a rat, but these days if the rat makes them rich,
they’re okay with that
Meanwhile somewhere in the backseat of an old Matador, there’s a few kids laughin, but there’s a little
dent in the door
Skyline Sloane breathes a sigh of relief cause every one’s okay, sometimes you slide off the path and
lose your way
Learn a lesson, get a grip and let’s get on our way, was so long ago but we drove on and got on with our
day
Fast forward forty years and wonder who’s driving now, there’s a way back on the road but I think he’s
forgotten how
Yeah, he’s spinning his wheels in the hot sands out west these days
Skyline Sloane it’s true, does as she’s prone to do, thinking up better ways
Me I’m happy with the memories, but I don’t like where they are hanging now
Things could change, maybe the Matador heads home, but I think he’s forgotten how
Yeah, I think he’s forgotten how
Tim Windisch
02/25/2022
